دوش دیگر لون این می‌‌داد دست ** لقمه‌‌ی چندی در آمد ره ببست‌‌

دوش دیگر لون این می‌‌داد دست ** لقمه‌‌ی چندی در آمد ره ببست‌‌ 1960

Yesternight this (breath) presented itself (to me) in a different guise (but) some morsels (of food) came in and barred the way.

بهر لقمه گشته لقمانی گرو ** وقت لقمان است ای لقمه برو

For a morsel's sake a Luqmán has become (held in custody as) a pledge: ’tis the time for Luqmán: begone, O morsel!

از هوای لقمه‌‌ی این خار خار ** از کف لقمان همی‌‌جویید خار

These pricks (of the flesh) for desire of a morsel! Seek ye always (to draw forth) the thorn from the sole of Luqmán.

در کف او خار و سایه‌‌ش نیز نیست ** لیکتان از حرص آن تمییز نیست‌‌

In his sole there is (really) no thorn or even the shadow of it, but because of concupiscence ye have not that discernment.

خار دان آن را که خرما دیده‌‌ای ** ز آن که بس نان کور و بس نادیده‌‌ای‌‌

Know that the thorn is that which thou, because thou art very greedy and very blind, hast deemed to be a date.

جان لقمان که گلستان خداست ** پای جانش خسته‌‌ی خاری چراست‌‌ 1965

Inasmuch as Luqmán's spirit is the rose-garden of God, why is the foot of his spirit wounded by a thorn?

اشتر آمد این وجود خار خوار ** مصطفی زادی بر این اشتر سوار

This thorn-eating existence is (like) a camel, and upon this camel one born of Mustafá (Mohammed) is mounted.

اشترا تنگ گلی بر پشت تست ** کز نسیمش در تو صد گلزار رست‌‌

O camel, on thy back is a bale of roses, from the perfume of which a hundred rosaries grew within thee.

میل تو سوی مغیلان است و ریگ ** تا چه گل چینی ز خار مرده‌‌ریگ‌‌

Thy inclination is towards thorn-bushes and sand: I wonder what roses thou wilt gather from worthless thorns.

ای بگشته زین طلب از کو به کو ** چند گویی کین گلستان کو و کو

O thou who in this search hast roamed from one quarter to another, how long wilt thou say, “Where, where is this rose-garden?”